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How does one go about changing life after sixty? Dear friends, I've been thinking about something I know to be true, something I want to share with you. It's never too late to make a change. There is no age requirement for leaping into that very thing you've always...read more
I am now almost 95 and see myself in bigger dimensions. "My Obituary" sounds odd as a title, but I have been thinking about it for a while, perhaps because the man who was the father of my children died recently and my children got together to compose his obituary. I...read more
Now, after feeling as if, not only have I been doing the same thing for way too long, but also someone else’s thing—helping not only my husband but others to fulfill their goals and dreams—I started to think about my goals and dreams. Age: 56 Three words that describe...read more
I can remember many tear-driven hikes and moments in the mountains where solitude and the earth provided me with something human beings could not. The branches of trees, the scent of pine needles, the musky undertow of decaying leaves, the impossible blue sky and the...read more
I've been focused on making sure I get a good night's shut eye since my doctor read me the riot act. My husband just returned from a few days away and after we kissed hello, I said, "We need a king size bed." I slept like a baby while he was away, sprawled out in the...read more
I was lying down, sound asleep, when I was tugged to wakefulness. The pain began in my upper left shoulder and was so uncomfortable, I wanted to get away from my body. I sat up and the pain intensified. Was I having a heart attack? I was lying down, sound asleep, when...read more
Some of us wait for a bolt of creativity to compel us to paint or pound out words on the keyboard. But you might have to wait a long time for that inspiration, and then your fingers might be too arthritic to caress the correct keys on the piano or move the paintbrush...read more
Time and privacy was what we had and what we do not have any more. No Facebook to tell the world about ourselves. No desire to tell the world. We told our stories to the people to whom we were close. It was suggested I comment on the changes I had seen in my life over...read more